— meet me at the bar, if you lose me I can find you
saturday had to be michel’s favorite day of the week, if only for the sheer sense of thrill he got each time it rolled around. thursday nights were never crowded enough at the club for his liking and friday’s always had the young professionals getting off work and trying to let loose vibe, which led to the most annoying clientele. but if you asked him, the freaks and nocturnal mortals of the saturday crowd always brought the most unpredictable and exhilarating moments. one of those moments of the night, however, came from a more expected source as his nose tells him before his eyes that a very familiar lycan was approaching.
“ooh, it burns just thinking about it.” he sucks his teeth, brows pinching together in a slight wince. perhaps its the universe cursing him for drinking moonshine too often as a mortal, but truthfully, he can’t say he’s ever been able to handle and genuinely like harder liquor. looking around at the selection at the bar, he takes two glasses to pour them both a drink. "ce qui signifie que c'est probablement un bon moment, non?” he says with a slight smirk present in his cadence and features as an arm sneaks around her waist to deliver her her drink, setting it in her grasp near her lap. he sucks in a breath before counting down from three in french and throws the drink back, face wincing. god, that was not how he remembered whiskey. albeit a little bit better from the questionable liquor of the early-twentieth century. “you know, bet you couldn’t handle a gin and tonic.” he teases into her ear, alluding to his own drink of choice as he already begins planting light kisses to the back of her neck. “look really beautiful tonight, by the way. probably should’ve started with that.” and he snorts slightly at himself at that, hands coming to wrap around her.
A TONGUE DARTED OUT to wet her lips , taking in the scent & the taste of the air that hung in his bar , heavy with sweat , grime , & the different spirits everyone had been imbibing , a thick layer of cigarette smoke permeating it all --- reminding z of a time that this would have been her ideal scene , the way she used to be able to thrive in the middle of a crowd. now , she was much more careful with her time , & yet , on a whim , michel had managed to tug her out of her comfort zone with a few carefully dropped words , quickly getting under her skin & proving that he just might be worth the effort ; & being hot as hell & fun company certainly wasn’t hurting his case. he stirred a youthful excitement to life in her oh so old bones , & even if she’d wanted to , she couldn’t bear to ignore it.
teeth dug into her bottom lip at his quip , turning her form more to swing her legs around the bar , accepting the glass placed into her grip with a grin. one manicured brow raised at his question , her through amusement obvious on her features , the french falling easily from her tongue , “ oh oui. si cela ne fait pas un peu mal, en vaut-il la peine ? ” she knocks her’s back in sync with him , humming in her delight at the way the alcohol tingled along the inside of her throat on the way down. her glass is placed back on the counter & forgotten as he inches closer , the tease at her ear pulling a laugh from her mouth , “ oh please , i could handle anything you throw at me , & you know it. a gin & tonic is okay , i just appreciate liquor that’s good on it’s own. ” she’s tempted to stick her tongue out at his gross drink of choice , but his own is on her neck & all z can do is sigh , somehow relaxing in his grip & becoming more of an anxious mess under his attention in the same grip. thick lips pressed a kiss of their own into his cheek , preening under the compliment , damn right her work getting ready was appreciated. her own laugh was light in his ear , “ maybe , but i think the thought counts enough to let it slide , this time. ” she paused, only to curl her tongue around the little hoop he wore in one ear , her tiny form shifting just enough so that her legs could come to rest around his hips , hands taking their time to appreciate the bulk that lived beneath his shirt. “ & so do you , as always. are you gonna finish up soon ? do you think you can spare me some attention ? i don’t have any plans tomorrow , which means i can be up allll night doing whatever i want. ”
not many got to see z amir pout , plump bottom lip poking out , amber hues a shade lighter than they typically were , features alight , looking less a senior leecher for the liberation who was pushing a thousand , & more like a twenty - something wrapped up in a new interest , nothing but enjoyment at the excitement.
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